Lucille Clifton

Cutting Greens - Poem by Lucille Clifton

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curling them aroundi hold their bodies in obscene embracethinking of everything but kinship.collards and kalestrain against each strange otheraway from my kissmaking hand andthe iron bedpot.the pot is black.the cutting board is black,my hand,and just for a minutethe greens roll black under the knife,and the kitchen twists dark on its spineand i taste in my natural appetitethe bond of live things everywhere.